Adam pulled his SUV into the parking lot then backed into the empty slot next to Beth's car. With as quiet as she had been during the long drive back, he half-expected her to jump out and make a run for it. Instead, she shifted sideways in the seat and gave him a small smile.

"I had fun tonight. Thank you."

Fun? Really? He wanted to tell her he didn't quite believe her but what difference did it make? It took too much effort to smile back so he settled for a quick grin, one that would hide his thoughts. "I'm glad. Me, too."

Beth nodded, looked away. But she didn't move, didn't reach for the door handle, didn't lean down to grab her bag off the floor. She twisted her hands in her lap, then reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She sighed then shifted in the seat once more, shooting him a quick glance he didn't quite understand.

"Everything okay?"

"Hm? Yes. Fine." She nodded again then ducked her head, pulled her lower lip between her teeth. Adam looked away and swallowed a groan, cursing his body's reaction to just that small sight. His body could react all it wanted—that didn't mean it was going to receive any satisfaction. Not tonight, not here.

Not until he got home, where he could jerk off in private. Alone. Maybe not even then, not unless he could get the image of Beth out of his mind.

So why the hell was she still sitting there? Was she waiting for him to say something? Should he say something? Fuck if he knew what, though. His mind was a total blank, still trying to figure out what had happened.

Not just tonight. Two weeks ago, their last night together. Which should have been their last night, period. He should have never asked her to go tonight. He should have just put her from his mind and moved on. That's what he usually did.

That's what he needed to do. Tonight. Now.

But he couldn't just let her leave, not without a kiss goodbye. Just a quick one. A kiss, nothing more.

He undid his seatbelt then leaned across the console, closing the distance separating them. Beth met him halfway, her mouth closing on his before he realized what she was doing.

The kiss was anything but sweet. He tasted her passion, her need. Felt it in the way her trembling fingers caressed his cheek, in the small sigh that moved from her mouth to his. Adam clenched his hand along the edge of the console, forcing himself not to move. To not take control. To let Beth kiss him and leave.

Only she wasn't leaving. This wasn't a kiss to say goodbye, this was a kiss filled with promise. With dark delights and decadent reward. Adam groaned, his body flaring to life, his cock straining against the denim of his jeans.

Fuck. He needed to stop, need to—

Beth slid closer, her hand resting on his thigh as she pushed herself across the console, reaching for him. Adam broke the kiss with a hungry growl, reached down for the lever of his seat and slid it all the way back then hit the recline button. He turned the engine off, killed the headlights, then reached for Beth, pulling her across the console until she was partially draped across his lap.

Then he was kissing her again, his mouth feeding off hers, need and desire exploding within him. He shifted, tried to reach for the hem of her shirt, banged his knee against the steering wheel.

"Fuck." He muttered the word and eased Beth away from him. "Back seat."

Beth nodded, a small smile teasing her mouth, and climbed between the two seats to reach the back. Adam quickly followed her, banging his head against the dome light and his knee against the edge of a cup holder. Beth laughed, the sound low and breathless. Adam answered her smile with one of his own, knowing how ridiculous he must look trying to wedge himself between the two seats.

Then it didn't matter because he was finally next to her, sprawled along the back seat, his arms around her as he claimed her mouth once more. Hot. Hungry. Urgent.

He skimmed his hands along her sides, his fingers curling around the hem of her sweater. Beth grabbed his hands and nudged them away, holding them to the side.

"No. Not yet."

"But—"

"Not yet." A teasing smile curled her lips, heat dancing in her eyes. Then she reached between them and undid the button of his jeans, slid the zipper down. Adam swallowed back a groan and lifted his hips, tried to help her ease the jeans down only to have her shake her head and tell him no.

Her hand curled around his hard length, her touch cool yet searing, burning. One long stroke, then another. He swallowed back a groan, trying to hide his disappointment when she released her hold on him.

"Scoot back so you're against the door."

Adam hesitated but only for a second. He untangled his feet from hers then slid toward the door, settling himself so one leg was stretched out along the seat and the other was hanging over the edge, his foot planted firmly on the floor. Not the most comfortable position but he was sure he'd survive.

Beth kneeled by his stretched-out leg, her head tilted to the side as she studied him. "Reach above you. Grab that handhold with both hands."

Adam looked behind him, reached up and wrapped his hands around the leather-covered handle. "Like this?"

"Yes. Just like that. Don't let go."

Adam grinned. He had no idea what she had planned and he didn't care. Whatever it was, he was certain he was going to enjoy it—but not as much as he enjoyed the confident command in Beth's voice. She'd never taken the lead the other times they were together. This was something new, and not just between them. Adam sensed that being in charge was completely new for her.

And he was more than happy to oblige.

Her hungry gaze traveled along his body, sparking flames of heat everywhere she looked. His skin prickled beneath his clothes and a bead of sweat broke out along his forehead. Fuck, what was wrong with him? He shouldn't be reacting like this. Except for the jeans shoved down past his hips, he was still fully dressed. She wasn't even fucking touch him.

But he wanted her to. Fuck, he wanted her to touch him so bad he could taste it.

Her gaze drifted to his cock, the thick length standing straight and proud. Eager. Beth's tongue darted out, swiped across her lower lip. She brought one hand to her throat, slid it down across her body, over the fullness of her breasts. Down lower, to the waistband of her jeans, lower still until she tilted her hips against her palm and sighed.

Adam's cock jumped and a small moan escaped him. Beth's hand dropped away, her gaze darting to his. He saw hesitation and uncertainty there and he cursed himself for making a sound.

"Don't stop."

She chewed on her lower lip, the uncertainty slowly fading from her eyes. Adam took another deep breath, let it out slow, held her gaze with his.

"You are so fucking hot, Beth. Let me watch. Show me how you play with that sweet fucking pussy."

Her breath rushed from her in a sharp gasp. Had he gone too far? Had he embarrassed her? He opened his mouth to apologize, to say something reassuring, then snapped it closed when she undid her jeans and slid them past the flare of her rounded hips.

There was just enough light from the single street lamp in the corner of the lot for him to see the pale skin at the juncture of her thighs. Silky smooth and bare. He clenched his hands around the strap, needing to touch that warm flesh, to taste it, but knowing he couldn't move.

Beth pushed to her knees on the seat, one leg straddling his as she ran the tip of her finger up along the bare skin of her thigh. Slowly, teasing him, until her finger finally slid along her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes closing and her head falling back. Her hips rocked against her hand, her chest rising and falling with each fast stroke of her finger.

"So fucking hot. I can see how wet you are from here. How slick that pussy is. Am I right? Tell me."

"Y-yes. Wet. So fucking wet."

Holy fuck. Wow. The unexpected word was almost as much of a turn-on as watching Beth play with herself. Adam swallowed, shifted just the tiniest bit. His cock strained, reaching, the sudden need for release almost painful in its intensity.

"Show me. Let me feel."

Beth's eyes fluttered open, her gaze resting on his. Adam held his breath, watching. Waiting. Wondering what she would do.

She slid her finger away from her clit, reached out and gently ran the wet tip along the length of his cock. Adam's body jumped to life, a long moan escaping his clenched jaw. "Fuck yes. That feels so good."

Beth muttered something, the words too soft for him to hear. And then she leaned forward and wrapped her hot mouth around his cock.

Adam's breath rushed out in a sharp hiss. His head fell back, his hips thrusting up, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. He fought to catch his breath, released one hand from the strap and reached for her.

Beth pulled away, a teasing smile on her mouth. "I said don't let go. Put your hand back."

"Fuck. You're driving me crazy. You know that, right?" Adam raised his hand, curled it around the strap once more.

"Good." Beth's smile was teasing, sultry, hot. She kept her gaze on him as she dipped her hand between her legs, her finger stroking. Hard, fast, steady. Then she leaned forward, her mouth closing around him once more.

And fuck, she was driving him crazy. Sucking, licking, her mouth so fucking hot. Adam tightened his hold around the strap, worried he might rip it from the frame and snap it in two as he watched her going down on him.

As he watched her playing with herself.

He clenched his jaw, struggling for control. But fuck, this felt so good. Beth felt so good. Her mouth, her tongue, those sweet little sounds she was making. His hips rocked, thrusting up, over and over until he thought his entire body would instantly combust.

Beth's throaty moans grew louder, a little sharper. The nails of her free hand dug into his thigh, squeezing. Her body stiffened, going still for a heart-stopping second before she uttered a muffled scream of release, the sound vibrating around his cock.

Need for release washed over him. Swift, intense, demanding. Adam stiffened, searched for control, tried to force words from his mouth. "Beth, sweetheart, no. I'm—you have to stop—I can't—"

The ends of Beth's hair brushed across the skin of his thighs as she shook her head. Her mouth slid down the length of his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip as she cupped his balls with her hand—the same hand she had been using to stroke her clit.

Orgasm swept over him with no warning. Strong, powerful, shattering. He expected Beth to pull away, groaned when she kept going.

Fuck. Holy fuck. Christ, her mouth was so fucking hot, hotter than the semen pulsing from his cock. Adam's eyes closed, his head fell back, his lungs struggling to draw breath as pleasure washed over him.

How long did it last? Pain, pleasure, twisting together until they were inseparable, crashing against his body until he was limp and spent. He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, his hands still gripping the handle above him, his lungs still heaving to draw breath.

The sound of a zipper closing, of fabric brushing against fabric, seeped through the haze clouding his mind. He forced his eyes open, blinked to bring everything into focus. Beth was leaning across the front seat, reaching for her bag. Adam smiled, released his death grip on the handle, then reached out and ran his hand along her ass. She squeaked in surprise, nearly falling backward as she held the bag in front of her.

Adam pushed himself to a full sitting position then reached for her. Beth stiffened for a brief second then tilted her head up, her mouth soft under his. She pulled away too soon, averting her gaze.

"That was so fucking hot. Do you know that?"

A fleeting smile crossed her face, slightly sad. Or maybe he was just reading into things. Why would she be sad? No, he was misreading her expression, probably confusing it for embarrassment or even shyness.

Beth untangled the strap of her bag and raised it over her shoulder. Then she leaned forward, placed one hand against his cheek, and touched her lips to his. Soft, sweet. Over too fast.

"I need to go now."

Adam wanted to argue with her, to convince her to go back to his place. But she shook her head and silenced him with another quick kiss.

"I wanted to thank you. For everything."

Adam frowned. "Thank me? I don't understand."

There was no missing the sadness in her smile this time. "You don't need to." She pressed her mouth to his one last time then slid toward the door. Her hand closed around the handle and she pushed it open. Adam sat there, stunned, watching as she lowered herself to the ground, shut the door behind her, and made her way to the driver side of her own car.

Something like panic swelled inside him, dulling his reaction time. She was leaving? Just like that? And Adam knew, without a doubt, that she had just said goodbye.

Not goodnight.

Goodbye.

He struggled with his jeans, yanking them into place and quickly zipping them. Then he was scrambling across the seat, diving for the door and nearly falling out in his haste to open it.

But as fast as he was, he wasn't fast enough. Beth was already pulling out. He saw her glance to the right, watched in disbelief as she gave him a little wave and another sad smile.

And then she was gone, the car pulling out onto the main road and heading toward the interstate.

Adam stood there for several long minutes, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

Trying to understand the sense of loss swirling in his gut.